The moment he coughed again in his throat, Palmer suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake.
Because the impact was too great, I was completely immersed in the matter of God's Favored One, and did not figure out why I had the same cough before.
broken.
Although he realized that something was wrong, Palmer's movements did not stop, and it was impossible for him to stop due to inertia.
He still rushed forward, and then he pinched the smiling consumptive knight hard, and used his huge palm to crush him without hesitation!
Palmer didn't want to hear any more stories from the other party, nor did he care what traps the other party had set. As long as he killed the other party directly, all traps and strategies would be meaningless.
But Palmer was disappointed again, because after crushing the consumptive knight into a ball of minced meat, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the haunting voice again.
"Ahem, cough, cough, for an old man, you seem a bit too irritable."
Slowly turning his head, Palmer found that the Consumptive Knight was still sitting in the wheelchair not far behind him, smiling at him in the same posture as before.
With a frown on his face, Palmer stared at Fela across from him again and again, his nose constantly twitching.
Could it be an hallucination? But judging from the information fed back to him by Palmer's well-developed senses, all this is real and has not been pulled into an hallucination.
Although he is old and weak, his status has not been reduced. If you want to pull him into the illusion, the strength of the opponent must be at least a saint of the same level.
But if this is not an illusion, what is the situation now?
Looking at the other person's smiling face, Palmer, who was silent, suddenly noticed the faint aura of divinity on the other person's body.
……Could it be that!?
Looking at the other party's eyes that suddenly widened and his vertical pupils narrowed again, Fela laughed happily and nodded vigorously:
"Judging from your reaction, it seems you have finally figured it out?"
"Yes! You are right, all this is not other power, but... a miracle."
Miracle.
Or, in this case, it can also be called - [miracle].
Miracles do not come without a price, and in many cases the gods pass on the corresponding price to mortals.
But this is not without exceptions. The Fela in front of him is a living example, and the miracle that belongs to the gods is manifested in himself in another form - immortality.
Although Fela's current state can hardly be said to be living normally, he is indeed not facing death.
anger!
After Palmer thought clearly about the cause and effect, he felt unusually angry and roared uncontrollably:
"You traitor to the gods! How dare you use this precious miracle for such a thing!?"
Such a precious opportunity! Such precious energy! This is enough proof that the gods have not fallen! How could they be treated so lightly?
"It doesn't make sense for you to say that. I can do whatever I want, right? This is my life and does not belong to you or your gods."
After saying this, Fela was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and then said with some uncertainty:
"However, it seems wrong to say so, ahem...after all, it is also related to you now."
With a strange look that made Palmer's hair stand on end, the consumptive knight smiled and said:
Didn't you realize it? No, in fact, Palmer had already realized the problem, but he still couldn't believe that the other party actually dared to do this!
Palmer came here with the mentality of going to die and had no intention of returning alive, but he did not expect that the other party actually had the same idea as him.
With the total death.
And, he can actually do it!?
"Impossible, you
It's obviously just a legend, why...ahem!"
Every time he coughed, Palmer felt his body changing.
He feels that he is becoming younger...
His extremely aged body suddenly began to glow with new vitality. This did not make him feel happy. He only felt a cold feeling behind his back.
Because at the same time, another shuddering feeling gradually became stronger.
weak.
His throat became swollen, sore and dry, his lungs gradually began to burn as if on fire, the strength in his body quickly disappeared, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Being young and extremely weak, this feeling of disobedience quickly amplified Palmer's uneasiness.
Cough cough cough!!!
The two lung lobes suddenly felt as hot as if they had been poured into flowing magma, and the pain that made him want to wail unconsciously erupted in his lungs.
"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death, there must be a solution!"
But just when Palmer was still resisting and preparing to fight to the death, the consumptive knight over there suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.
"Ah - this feeling of powerlessness, the blurring of the eyes, is this what aging feels like? Is this what health feels like?"
Touched tears welled up from the gaps between the fingers and flowed on the clothes on the chest, making the whole scene even more weird.
"Thank you! Let me experience this feeling."
Two people who were originally enemies, one was weakly lying on the ground panting hard, and the other was sitting in a wheelchair with tears streaming down his face as he thanked the enemy on the ground.
"Ahem! Damn you... I won't let you go, cough cough cough..."
His physical condition deteriorated drastically in just a few minutes, and Palmer also saw that the consumptive knight's appearance was rapidly aging, and even large areas of age spots appeared on his body.
"Although you seem to hate me, I am always grateful to you."
Wiping the tears on his face, the consumptive knight, who looked decades older and still aging, shook his head and said hoarsely:
"I'm very grateful for your presence. Thank you for being here alone and being able to kill me."
"Thank you for being able to [kill] me."
Leaning back tiredly, the consumptive knight slowly closed his eyes and muttered:
"A friendly reminder to you, now that things have happened, you don't have to struggle anymore. If you have any last words, just say them quickly..."
He closed his mouth before he finished speaking, like an old man sleeping peacefully on a warm afternoon.
He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.
Such a peaceful sleep is simply a miracle...
"No……"
Fela was asleep, but Palmer couldn't.
This can't go on like this!
Self-destruct!
Recalling the time when the archangel self-destructed before his death, Palmer made up his mind.
You can't die in such a miserable way, you must... you must complete your mission!